The trip to Lancaster County might have been called “The Clothesline Tour”, for all the laundry hanging out to dry around the countryside. Here, the hand mower and some of the clothing also suggest an Amish presence.
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One morning at breakfast in our B&B in Lancaster County, we sat opposite a wonderful couple from Bethlehem PA. Hearing we were from New England, the man asked what had brought us to the area. I thought for a second or two on how best to answer (rural area? farms and fields? the Amish?), then simply said “corn”. It was like hitting the jackpot. He instantly understood, and then we were off – riffing animatedly on our appreciation of corn fields – for altogether too long a time, I suppose, given the social situation (but such is the beauty of both long term relationships and bed and breakfasts). What he loved most about corn was the music of the wind through the stalks – that soft rustling sound – equal parts melodic and percussive. Later in the day, out in the countryside, I repeatedly took the time to listen to the wind, and that sound.
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There’s virtually nothing in this image that couldn’t also be found in the last century or two. I’m drawn to this quality of timelessness like a moth to flame, and found it – in abundance – on a recent trip to Lancaster County.
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Probably one of my favorite insects, and always a sign that summer here in New England is on the wane. There were whole squadrons out on this day, just a short distance from the ocean. It turns out there are like 5000 different species – who knew ?
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Some trepidation, perhaps, before the drumming began? Once it started though – he was locked in!
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Part of the “orchestra pit”, where five separate drum circles provided the rhythms and song for the dancers.
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